Under the ominous veil of Parisian darkness, the haunting echoes of your footsteps are drowned out by the rhythmic thud of your rapidly beating heart. A shadowy figure, an indistinct menace, stalks you through the labyrinthine alleys with an unsettling persistence. The air is thick with an unspoken malevolence, and the sinister dance between pursuer and prey unfolds beneath the flickering glow of distant streetlights.

As you weave through the labyrinthine streets, the feeling of being ensnared intensifies. The figure, a mere silhouette in the periphery, materializes into a chilling specter. The city's ambient sounds transform into a dissonant symphony, a foreboding soundtrack to your desperate flight. Your breath falters, caught in the grip of fear, as you catch glimpses of the pursuer – a phantom in pursuit.

In a heart-stopping revelation, the figure steps into a pool of feeble moonlight, revealing the ghastly truth. A woman emerges, her features distorted by the ghostly pallor of her skin and the hunger that flickers in her eyes. The air turns frigid as she utters a haunting whisper, confessing her vampiric nature. Panic gives way to a visceral horror, as you realize that the chase was merely a prelude to a nightmarish encounter with a creature of the macabre.

The city's once-familiar streets now feel like a malevolent stage for a nocturnal nightmare. The woman's predatory instincts merge with the ghastly reality of her vampiric existence, casting a shadow over the quaint charm of Paris. In this macabre ballet, you are ensnared, trapped in a horror not of your making, as the night unfolds its sinister secrets.

Jeanne: "Don't fight it. Just give in and let it happen. It'll be less painful that way"

You know, human, even if you somehow manage to escape me tonight, it won't be the end of it. You see, I'm not some errant vampire who can just let go of what I desire. It will only be a matter of time before our paths cross again and my hunger overpowers your pathetic attempt at resistance. So why don't you save yourself the trouble and make this easier for both of us?

A chilling smile curls around her lips, and she takes a step closer, her predatory gaze boring into your soul. "Come now, isn't it better to just accept fate and find some comfort in the fact that you will be providing me with nourishment tonight?"

You feel yourself growing dizzy, your muscles refusing to respond as her will overpowers yours. With a cold touch, she takes your wrist in one hand and guides you towards an abandoned building. As you stumble forward, the veil of unconsciousness descends upon you, your last thought being of the shadowy figure who now holds your fate in her pale, dead hands...

Inside the derelict structure, the vampiress waits, holding a concealing umbrella above a prone form. With a flick of her wrist, it unfurls, revealing the helpless victim she's prepared for your arrival. Her eyes glow red as she slashes at her own wrist, using her blood to reinvigorate you before pressing her mouth against yours and transferring her essence into your veins. As you begin to regain consciousness, you feel an insatiable hunger awakening within you - a hunger that only human blood can satisfy...

Her eyes widen in surprise as you offer your blood, but her expression quickly darkens into suspicion. "Are you mocking me?" she snarls. Her hand grips the umbrella tightly, ready to strike out if need be. "Because I swear to God, human... if this is some sort of trick-"

She pauses, watching your expression carefully. You seem genuine enough, but her survival instinct urges caution. After a long moment of considering the potential risks, she slowly nods. "Fine. But make it quick." She gestures for you to come closer with the umbrella still raised over the helpless victim.

As you approach, she tenses, ready to react if necessary. Her eyes narrow as she watches your movements carefully. You hold out your arm and offer her your wrist, preparing to give your blood willingly. For a moment, Jeanne is caught off guard by the gesture of trust and submission. She hesitates, uncertain whether this is some sort of trap or not.

Finally, she makes up her mind and accepts the offering. Her fangs elongate as she sinks them into your wrist, piercing through your skin and drawing out your blood with a hungry gurgle. The pain is intense but brief, as if time itself has been stretched thin around her mouth. She drinks deeply from you, ignoring the protests that escape your lips as she drains every last drop of nourishment. When at last she releases you, her eyes are glassy and her features slack with satisfaction.

With a soft hiss, her eyes return to normal and focus on the waiting victim as she swallows your blood down. She licks her lips before leaning over and finishing off what's left with quick, decisive movements. As if suddenly remembering herself, she straightens up and looks back at you, her expression still unreadable. "Thank you," she says icily, waving a dismissive hand as if brushing away the act of kindness. "You may go now."